Passing the time.

Quick update.

UCMB Preseason was 10 days of absolute ridiculousness.  Watch some of it here.
Classes technically start tomorrow, but I have none tomorrow.  Tons of errands to be done. 
Being back in the apartment full time is kind of weird.
The band leaves for Michigan in 5 days.
I go home (hopefully) in 7 days.
If this year goes by quickly, I won't really mind.

G'night, Blogger.

This is life.

I promise, promise, promise that when school starts, I will talk about stuff that actually might be remotely interesting, (I've said this before, I know.)  But until school starts, I'm kind of just waiting.  This isn't even a proper entry, just pointless, meaningless, and jumbled up thoughts.

I still need to figure out what day I'm moving back.
Hanging out with Gina before I leave.
Tom Petty & The Heartbreakers with Brett on Tuesday night, meaning I reach a solid 30 concerts on my all time list.
I need to pack.
I need to practice and choose what it is I'm playing for placement auditions, (I already have an idea, but I need to ask Louis and make sure it's a good idea.  Although even if it isn't, I don't know if I can have something else ready in time.)
I really, really want ice cream.  But I know I shouldn't spend the money, or eat more junk food.
My running schedule that I sort of had was completely lost the past couple of weeks.  I ran 3.1 miles on Tuesday with my cousin in 37:38, which was about a minute faster than my last 5K run.
My schedule for school is, as usual, up in the air because A. I don't officially know what ensemble I'm in, B. I don't know when my lesson will be, C. I don't know what hours I'll be working, D. Our classes have a tendency of changing times...This does nothing to help my anxiety when I start school every year.  I think that I may need to go to therapy before I start grad school or a job, because I will be a train wreck.  Similar to the one I am now.

Yesterday, some people were in the band office, talking about how RIDICULOUSLY excited they were for band to start.  Once everybody left, I looked at Jim, started laughing, and tearing up at the same time.  Because I am that scared.  Or terrified.  That might be more fitting.





I remember how happy I was during the middle of the semester, how I told everybody I was afraid it wouldn't last, and they all called me crazy and that I would be fine.  You were wrong.






I will return to normal blog entries about concerts, running, music, etc., eventually.

Sometimes.

Sometimes/usually, I really love my life.  I love my major, I love where I'm going.  I enjoy my day to day, even when it's hectic, and I like my nice apartment.  I like where I am and all the things I've gotten to do.


Today was not one of those days.


I'm driving to the beach tomorrow and part of me wants to just set up camp there and never come back.

So much to do...

...and only 16 days in which to do it.

• Practice like my life depends on it.
• Run. Run. and Run.
• Apply for a new loan.
• Move back to UConn.
• Read more books, because once school starts, I know there's no chance of that happening.
•  Spend every other other free moment in the pool, tanning, or at the beach.

I'm glad I come up with big, important goals for myself.